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5 yrs ago
Current I'm bringing Dragon Cave back and no one can stop me.
6 yrs ago
MEEP
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9 yrs ago
I am back into this shit, I guess. Say hello if you'd like.
9 yrs ago
I am one with the force and the force is with me.
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10 yrs ago
I have suddenly become deeply troubled.

Bio

"That's why we must eat the old people first. They can't have that kind of power."


I've been roleplaying for six years, and if I do say so myself I've gotten pretty good. I've been to many roleplay sites around the internet, and for right now I'm happy calling this one home. I write fantasy, high science fiction, and poetry. I'm involved in the Nerdfighteria community as well, making the world suck a little bit less one day at a time. Though sometimes it's rough and incredibly time-consuming, roleplaying has brought me some of my closest friends, some of the most genuinely awesome people I've ever met. This train is still going, and there's no stop in sight! DFTBA.

The Disappointment Club:


"What the fuck did I just read"


We're special-ed special forces, the most exclusive internet club that no one wants to join, and the most thoroughly disappointing group of individuals the world has ever seen (we even disappoint when it comes to disappointing). Together, we're quite possibly the best six friends the internet has know.

- @Junkmail : Living Proof That God is Dead.
- @He Who Walks Behind : I still won't forgive him for what he did to that starfish.
- @Dragonbud : Her Gregory Cosplay is fire.
- @Surtr : I think he's still trying to pimp me... Help.
- @Spoopy Scary : He's Greg.

List of Super-Power Pet Peeves:

-Shadow Powers
-Blood Powers
-Pain Powers
-"Dimensional Storage" Powers
-Spider Powers

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Titus MacArthur



Now that Titus was here...he had no idea what to do. Most of the exercises were being taken up by others and none of the other people in his group had strength-based powers. Titus' adventures in the training room generally involved lots of punching, and he wasn't sure if his new "friends" could, well, take a punch. Yet again, that Diego kid did look kinda gruff. Maybe Titus would beat him to a pulp to show off to all of the ladies. As if to call order in his court, Titus stomped the ground loudly, making the floor vibrate momentarily and causing a loud "BANG!" to echo around the room. A few newbies looked up, but the others knew that Titus wasn't worth looking up for.

"Well what are we going to do then?" Titus asked "I'd spar with one of you, but I don't want to hurt anyone. Not sure if you're, y'know, tough enough." His eyes momentarily met Diego as if to challenge him. After all, he was the only one here who looked like he could take a punch or two. Cass would be an OHKO and Lupe...well, Lupe just seemed like a less-cool ripoff of her brother.


Dr.Tobias Wright, PhD



@UrbanEvolution @Mr Allen J


Bursting through the front doors of Adam's office like a man on a mission was...well...an octopus...thing on a mission. Dr.Tobias Wright may not have been the most attractive of all of the scientists at the Academy, but he was certainly the smartest and his forensics skills were unmatched. His labcoat billowed behind him like the sails of a ship and in one of his hands (he had six) was an iPad with the results of his genetic tests on it. Another hand gripped a travel mug of coffee and two more swung at his sides like he was running. A small and mousy intern followed behind him, hugging a large manilla folder filled with a jumble of papers.

"Adam!" Dr.Wright shouted from not far away "I did the analysis on the monster DNA. You're gonna want to look at this. Sarah!" The intern stopped and, her eyes glowing, projected what was on Wright's iPad onto the newly-scrubbed walls. Adam swiped a few times with his tentacled hands and accessed a DNA karyotype. Twenty or so stained chromosomes appeared on the screen, all of them at their longest. Several of them were deformed, a telltale sign of extreme mutation.

"This is a DNA Karyotype." Dr.Wright began to explain rather abruptly "It shows the shape and form of chromosomes so that we can identify genetic abnormalities. At a base level, all that becomes obvious is that this is a mutation, but, if you take a closer look..." SARAH zoomed into the top of a few chromosomes, which was dyed a deep black "You'll see that these chromosomes have no signs of aging. The telomeres, the protective caps on the ends of the DNA that prevent damage during replication, aren't worn down at all. What that means for us is that this isn't an organic meta-animal; this "thing" was created by someone, ie, a student and/or wannabe supervillain." Dr.Wright crossed one of his arm pairs across his chest triumphantly. It was nice to have power in a situation every once in a while.
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I'm going to be honest here: we all hate that character type. lol


Says the guy who's made, like, three of them? :P

@RPGSlime: So what about people? Like, can Ivan turn living things into gold? If so, that seems a tad unbalanced to me.

EDIT: Also, what is the gold mixed with? Iron? Zinc? I hope it's not Titanium or your character is Iron Man. I recommend zinc, as it's fairly lightweight will remaining strong from what little I know of metals.

Titus MacArthur



Titus opened his mouth to respond, but Diego cut him off with his music. It was a pretty song, certainly something Titus would want to learn were his fingers not the size of bratwursts. He sat in waiting, looking around the room and meeting eyes with every guy he saw. All of them looked away immediately. As far as the girls went, he looked at...other parts of their bodies. They turned away too. Just like they always did. He sighed gruffly and scratched his beard. Titus always wondered why women around the school always found him so...unappealing. Didn't girls like guys who were really muscular? Was it the flannel? Was it just too much lumberjack? Oh, god dammit why did he have to have red hair! That's what it was! Girls hate gingers! The girls he was able to befriend weren't his kind of people anyways. Cass was kind of cute, but for some reason Titus found her to be extremely mistrustful, like if they were in bed she'd stab him and steal his wallet. Finally, the music ended and he, as well as several other people in the room, clapped.

"Nice job." Titus said "I haven't ever been able to play guitar, but I used to play bass some. I didn't really like it, though; it didn't have enough of a presence on the stage, know what I mean?" Just like everyone else in the group, Titus ran out of ideas of things to do. Naturally, he thought of fighting, something that he knew he was good at (though no one else did). He relaxed his muscles some to look slightly less intimidating. "So anyways, I was just about to head over to the arena for some training." he continued "Why don't you guys join me? It's more fun training with a group, afterall."
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No.


HEY! You said my honey badger power was cool!
Oh btw, I hereby reserve all superpowers involving the sea cucumber and/or the honey badger.
There is a town north of New Orleans...
they caaaaaaallll Mendel Town....


Titus MacArthur



When Titus left classes, he immediately moved to the gym. Upon walking in and seeing that the highest possible weight which he could put on the bench press bars was five-thousand pounds, he decided to leave and go find a car to bench press. Unfortunately, the cars in the parking lot by the cafeteria had all moved (maybe someone had seen him working out the night before). He took his anger out by punching a stop sign into the ground and then walked to the cafeteria to eat his second lunch (something which becomes a necessity when you're a seven-foot, nearly five-hundred-pound wall of muscle). The entrance of the cafeteria where Titus had kicked the doors down was blocked with caution tape. The doors rested against the wall on the opposite side. He ate a light lunch of a rotisserie chicken and an extra large salad ravenously. A few people watched as he tore the chicken to shreds almost animalistically. One grunt from Titus sent them away hastily. He didn't care; they were just jealous of how much muscle he had.

After lunch, Titus began to walk around the school looking for something to do. He walked with a slight limp, as his right thigh still hurt like Hell. It had mostly healed up by this point, but it was still pretty painful. The left side of his torso didn't feel very good as well, due to the broken ribs still healing, and there was still a little white scar on his right shoulder. He carried a gallon-sized jug of water with him as he walked down the halls of the dorm building. Every once in a while, he would chug about a quarter of the bottle, the water running from the corners of his mouth collecting in droplets in his beard and causing it to shimmer like a spider web after a rainstorm. The dorms were fairly empty, and he hadn't talked to his roommates much, though he figured that they didn't like him much.

Finally Titus approached the lounge, where he heard some familiar voices talking. He turned the corner and saw Cass, Lupe, and Diego, the people who had bailed him out the night before. The thought of thanking them crossed his mind, but then he flexed his biceps and changed his mind. He could've taken that thing and he knew it; they had just helped. He walked up to the three and crossed his arms across his chest, subconsciously showing off his shoulders and biceps.

"Hey what's up guys?" he said.


Spencer Holloway




It was sunny out in 218 and for once Spencer's mood matched it. He put on a pastel yellow oxford and a pair of light tan khakis to show his mood and put on a pair of orange mirrored sunglasses to show off his good mood. It was so rare, after all. All day he had felt significantly more cheerful than normal. After school, Spencer went to the library, where he began to work on his homework for the night. As he looked out of the window down at the sunlight reflecting off of the lake, he decided to finish the work later. He put his books away in his messenger bag and went on a walk through the park. He walked around the lake, watching the minnows flit back and forth at the edges and the ducks sail across the surface like sailing ships. He found a smooth rock at the edge and gently tossed it across; it skipped three times and then hit a duck. He chuckled and laid down in the short grass, his arms behind his head. A frisbee whizzed overhead and a German Shepherd plodded along by, barking and following it. Spencer's phone vibrated. He had a text message;

"Hey" the text read. It was from Whisper.

"Oh hey what's up?" Spencer replied.

"Nm. Figured I'd check in on u. How's the Academy?"

"It's a pretty nice place. Warmer than you'd think for being in Alaska lol."

"Lol yea. I thought ud freeze 2 death by now. Any cool metas?"

"Well there's a girl who looks like a grasshopper."

"lol cool! U shud get me a pic."

"Maybe later. She's not around right now."

"ight, cool. I gtg. Cya l8r."

"Cya Whisper." He sat the phone down on his chest and laid back down.
Titus


As the beast flew burning through the air from the force of Diego's, Titus ran towards it. He was about to deliver the mother of all haymakers to its exposed and charred skull when he realized that a meta behind him was charging up. He quickly rolled out of the way and slid in front of the monster, holding out his arms to make himself wider. Should the attack miss or do little damage to the monster, its only form of escape would be through him (though through him was a legitimate possibility). Though he would never admit it, Titus was impressed with these new metas. Though he could have handled himself fine against the creature, it was nice to know that he had backup. Now he just hoped that this would work.

As the blast hit, Titus covered his ears and blocked his head with his arms. "WHOOSH!" The creature went limp. Titus laughed at its death and kicked it, sending the carcass skidding across the floor. Lupe walked over and gestured to Titus wounds. He puffed out his chest and flexed his muscles like a bodybuilder, showing off his ripped body.

"Haha! Don't worry about me!" Titus boasted "I am the great Titus MacArthur, the strongest man in the world! My regeneration powers are so great that not even the bite of a...whatever the fuck that thing is...can stop me!" As the adrenaline and testosterone began to wear off, several spots on Titus' body began to ache, especially the still-healing gash in his right thigh from the creature's bite. In fact, there were several gaping wounds all over his body which were still in the process of healing, and he was fairly sure he had broken at least one rib, maybe three.

"However," he grunted "I could use some Advil."

Spencer


Oh my God someone's talking to me. Spencer looked up from his book as Mika approached. His eyes glowed in the darkness, and the clouds of stellar gas swirling around in them turned a hot pink with fear. She was an Asian girl, well-dressed and slightly chubby. She said something about a monster, and he remembered the shouts he had heard from across campus. She introduced herself as Mika in an extroverted away, and Spencer seemed to almost visibly shrink into his mint oxford. He let the book go and lost his page. "Fuck" he muttered.

"I'm...um...Spencer." he said in an almost unsure way "If there's a monster on the lose, don't you think we should, y'know, like, get a teacher or security or something? That sounds, like, pretty bad." He grabbed the book and stowed it away in his messenger bag. Then he put the bag on and stood up. It was getting late and he didn't feel like being monster food.
Making a quick note here that I have officially adjourned. You folks take care.


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